Tuesday, April 30, 2013

This body is full of landmines. (Day 8)


This body is full of landmines.
Hidden triggers
that cause explosions.
discharging shrapnel
of a dysfunctional heart

a lonely desert
at high noon.

a dark forest
at midnight.

dancing monsters
devouring flesh
and soul

taunting
why do you never
join our reindeer games
rude-loph
as they poke
at all the tender places.

why are you mad?
why are you so sensitive?
why do you take everything so personally?
get over it.
we didn’t do anything to you.

the toreros
weaken me
stabbing me
with their varas
with their words

Humans
have colonized my
heart
my
soul

and their pollution
is unbearable
I can’t breathe
I can’t speak
evil.
I can’t hear
evil.
I can’t see
evil.

The devil has no horns
just a smile.

You must be a warrior
to brave this space
between the landmines
and the colonies.

Just like any journey
there is
more
treasure
more
value
in those crevices
than most will ever see in their life

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